My (Mostly) Secret Baby - Penelope Bloom Page 0,24

had shown me to my desk apologetically let me know that she was sure some kind of walls were probably going to be delivered soon.

I wasn’t so sure. She hadn’t sounded very confident, either.

I’d also been issued a company laptop, which I quickly learned was slow and a fire risk—namely because I wasn’t sure if I could use it for an entire day without dumping a can of gasoline on it and lighting a match. The desktop wallpaper was plastered with a cheesy graphic that advised me to “Smile, because you’re a Rose now!”

Barf.

My email inbox was graced with a request from Damon to organize every payment one of his athletes received in 2017 in descending order. He gave me a link to some sort of directory with all the information, which required me to dig through countless files.

I Facetimed Milly during my lunch break—which was a pack of peanut butter crackers I ate at my desk. Milly was rocking a healthy sweat and it looked like she was on some sort of beautiful rooftop tennis court. A pair of handsome guys were volleying in the background behind her while joking about something.

Milly squinted at the phone, leaning a little closer. “Wow. Where are you sitting? Why does it look like you’re sitting in the middle of the room?”

I pulled a face. “Because I am.”

“It’s better than the utility closet though, right? Is he starting to like you?”

“Hardly. I think this is a punishment. I kinda got dirty drunk at the fundraiser. Grant said Damon personally dragged me to the door. That also means he probably saw Luna.”

“You think he put two and two together?”

“No.” Milly knew everything about me, including who Luna’s father was. Even Grant didn’t know that much, and he was nice enough not to pry about it. I lowered my voice a little, even though the majority of the office seemed to prefer to leave work to eat lunch. At least if you didn’t count the peanut muncher from hell, that was. “He thinks he had a condom on, so why would he assume she was his?”

Milly worked her lips to the side, thinking. “Well, what did he say when you came in today?”

“Nothing. I got shown to my fancy new desk and he gave me an assignment that’s going to keep me busy all freaking day.”

“So he’s mad at you.”

“Then he should come say it to my face.”

“Go to his office and ask him about it.”

I popped a cracker in my mouth, then spoke with my mouth partially full. “You’re right. I’m going to give him a piece of my mind.”

“I’ll be expecting the juicy details tonight.” Milly shot me a thumbs up, then ended the call.

I set my phone down, dusted the crumbs off my hands, and headed for Damon’s office.

I opened the door without knocking. His computer was partially visible, and I caught just enough of a glimpse to see him quickly close his internet browser. Before he closed it, I’d seen a picture of myself from my social media page where I was smiling into the camera beside Luna.

“What were you—”

“Knocking. Have you heard of it?”

“That was a picture of me.”

“Congratulations. You can recognize your own face. Do you have any other special talents?”

“Don’t try to bosshole this under the rug. What were you doing?”

Damon turned his chair to face me, then seemed to deflate a little. “Your daughter. I didn’t expect that.”

“And?”

“And you’re my employee. Part of my job is to know my employees. I didn’t want any more surprises.”

“So you stalked my social media.”

“Is her father still in the picture?”

“I’m not obligated to fill you in on my personal life. And the answer is complicated.”

Damon nodded, then motioned to the chair across from his desk. “You can sit, if you like.”

“Oh, I’ve had plenty of sitting for one day. My desk in the center of the office is really comfortable.”

He looked like he was trying not to smile.

“It’s a little sad, you realize that, right? The way you take so much joy in your childish little sleights.”

“When I was a kid,” Damon said. “I used to play this game with Skittles. I’d take out the whole bag and squish them together two at a time. One always squishes the other, while the other stays intact. I’d eat the squished one and test the intact Skittle against the next opponent. Eventually, I’d be left with the strongest Skittle in the bag. I’d save that one and pit it against the next